Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Ditto pushed open the door of Belinda’s room and Belinda let out a scream.

“Why the scream?” Ditto asked, his brows pulling closely.

Belinda was standing half naked in the middle of the room. Dressed in nothing more than bra and panties and Ditto was acting like he hadn’t just walked in on her half naked.

“Can you look away for fuck’s sake?!” Belinda screamed at him and Ditto rolled his eyes before looking away and facing the wall.

“Pervert!” He heard Belinda mutter.

“Hey, I have better taste in women, okay? Even if you stood in front of me entirely naked, I would not be moved one bit. Jonas’s tastes sucks just like his life sucks.” Ditto said while Belinda hurriedly dressed up, hoping that he would not look back while she was at it.

“There is no taste better than I am, Ditto. I am perfect, I believe so.” Belinda said, pulling at the hem of the dress she had just slipped on.

Ditto huffed lowly.

“Perfect?” He turned to face her, meeting her fully dressed now.

“You are far from being perfect, Miss.” he said and watched Belinda grow mad.

“Why are you here? I do not want you to come into my home whenever you like.” Belinda said to him.

“I know you do not want that but I still have to come and check up on you every once in a while to make sure you are eating and living quite well.”

“And why would you care?” Belinda asked.

“Let’s see…. Maybe because I don’t want you to die before I get to kill you myself?” He asked and enjoyed seeing the horrified look on Belinda’s face after hearing those words from him.

“Your… Your jokes are not funny, Ditto.” She said to him and Ditto held back a smirk.

If only she knew that he was not joking around with her.

He raised the bag in his hand up in the air and shook it lightly.

“A little something for you to eat.”

“Thanks but no thanks. I will get myself something to eat.” Belinda refused his meal and walked towards the door of her room.

“Alright. Suit yourself, Miss.”

Ditto watched her walk out of the room. He dropped the food bag on her desk and moved closer to her window, drawing open the curtains properly.

He looked out of the window, a grim look on his face.

“I will avenge your death, Lisa. I swear I will avenge your death eventually.” he swore.

*

Dante adjusted his tie, looking into the mirror. He looked drop dead hot as always. Looking away from the mirror, he looked at Mireille who was still sleeping peacefully in bed.

But as if she could feel his eyes on her, she stirred in her sleep, slowly waking up. A grumble left her lips as her eyes fluttered open. She dimmed her eyes, avoiding the bright sunlight that seeped into the room through the opened curtains.

“Good morning, sexy.” Dante greeted and moved over to her.

“Good morning, Dante.” Mireille greeted back and Dante kissed her lips.

“I haven’t brushed though.” she mumbled.

“This is surely not the first time I am kissing you this early in the morning, right?” Dante asked, caressing her lower lip with his thumb.

“That’s right.” Mireille chuckled softly.

“Ready for work already?” Mireille asked Dante.

“Yes but if you do not want me to go, you know I can always stay back at home with you.”

“No, you should go.” Mireille urged him.

“Are you saying I should go because you feel like that is what you are supposed to say? Or are you saying I should go because that is really what you want?” Dante asked and Mireille stared into his eyes for a few seconds.

She did not want to part with him for even a minute, not to talk of parting with him for long hours until he would be back in the evening but she also knew he had to work.

“I can’t be that clingy.” Mireille said.

“Be as clingy as you want to be. I want you to be all you want to be when you are with me.” Dante replied her and Mireille felt her heart race.

She reached her hand to his tie and ran her right hand fingers over the smooth material of the tie.

“Then….” She looked from the tie back to his eyes.

“Can you come back a bit earlier than usual?” She asked.

“I only have one important job. I will be back as soon as that is done.” Dante promised her.

“Really?”

“Really” he affirmed and leaned in, kissing her lips once more.

Mireille kissed him back, her hands finding his own hands and running over his veiny hands. She loved how strong and veiny they felt.

Mireille eventually broke the kiss and looked down at his crotch, spotting a hard on as she had expected.

“A nice gift for you to take to work, I guess.” she said and Dante chuckled.

“You naughty little thing.” he tapped at her forehead fondly.

“But Dante…” Mireille pulled back his attention with the look on her face getting serious.

“Yes?”

“I have already lost my job with you. I need to find a new job.” she said to him and saw a clearly unpleased look on his face.

“Look, Dante. I love you but I really do not want to stay without a job and a life of my own. I don’t want to be a housewife in the future. It’s not bad, of course but It’s just not me.” she said to him and Dante pulled away from her.

He thought for a few seconds before looking back at her.

“It is fine.” He assured her.

“You can work if you want to.”

“Really? I am going to send my resume out today and….”

“No.” Dante cut her off.

“Dante Romano’s woman is too big of a woman to work under someone else in this city. I want you to create a business plan in whatever way you can. I will make your wishes come true. You will be your own boss, Princess and the best part of it? You can just stay home whenever you want to and control your business from home. I will employ as much employees as is needed to run the business successfully without you always being physically present there.” he said to her.

“You are going to do all of that?”

“And even much more if you simply ask for it.”

“But Dante, why are you being specific on not wanting me to be physically out there?” Mireille asked him.

“Like I have always said. It’s dangerous out there and you should try to be outside as less as possible.”

Mireille got up from the bed and wrapped her arms around him.

“Alright. I will do as you say, for now Dante.”